Penmanship: A Series

My childhood remembers you, I do not. Or atleast I try not to.  I love the idea of physically scribing words overtop  of images, now a days everything is typed on a computer. Penmanship is so intimate and I write with my eyes. Here's a new series of poetry written overtop of provocative images I ripped... Continue Reading →

Grab a Bowl

I HAVE INTERNET. I have since Monday, but I'm making a post tonight. I think next week I'll start from the beginning; Before my dad died, high school, friends and all. This originally began as an exercise for me, simply to get feedback on the writing, but I've received such amazing responses that I think... Continue Reading →

Grab a Bowl

Before my family moved up north my cat, Thorn ran away. I hate that - ran away- the sound it makes. He needed some fresh air and he went out as he always did with the expectation to come back to his family. Only to find the house empty, torn apart and his family no... Continue Reading →

Coins: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

CoinsI can’t tell you the amount of coinsMy father found when he was alive.Pennies,Nickels,Dimes.All aligned waiting for him,To stop and pick up.He’d catch a glimpse of their silvery,Faces,Laying flat and unimportant on the sidewalk.When he’d pick them up I’d smileIn amazement that he could spot so manyOf these neglected, inconspicuous currency;While others walk so proudly... Continue Reading →

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